The air in the room suddenly turned cold.
Lin Yishan wept plaintively, her tears falling like worthless pearls.
Lin Jiale slammed his fist against the glass, his mouth twisted in a ruthless sneer, "This poor kid, that poor woman, they've got some nerve!"
"Dad—" Lin Yishan began, "I told you before, she's different."
"Are you crazy? I told you to care about your man, why do you care about her?! Isn't she just a poor woman?"
Lin Jiale's thunderous voice carried across the space, eventually drawing a response from Wa Zicong in the distance.
"Let me give you a piece of advice, Mr. Lin, I've been with her for a full ten years, I understand her better than you do. Anyone who underestimates her ends up in a sorry state."
Lin Jiale sneered, "What are you saying? Who's underestimating her? Who underestimated her before? Someone as rich as us?"
